Best Biddies Poems

My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. 

whispering birds through wind and light rain
no drama of wildly flapping wings & lightning
sweetness in covered tones, under umbrella

mine...

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A determined chicken collector and her obliging spouse
Reside in a small town, inside a quaint sort-of HEN house
High upon a mountain top covered with melting snow
Displays of ceramic chickens, last count was ninety or so

A colorful brood of biddies, bantam silks and pompous hens
Perched on...

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I don’t have a drinking problem
I drink til I get drunk
Then I stumble home
    Where I live all alone
        And I diddle my own junk.
I don’t have a drinking problem
The problem is you see
When I...

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you gotta join in the struggle for the ill-gotten gains
of the movers and the shakers on the streets Wall and Main
we will take what we are due like the Sioux we'll count coup
on the heads of the masters and their double-talkin pastors 
on the bankers...

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The rooster led his harem forth
into the garden for a party
There they would dine from mother earth
Aphids on roses, worms they ate harty

Queen Ann's lace was laced with caterpillars
And rolly pollies ate Day Lilies' leaves
Biddies fed 'pon tiny grasshoppers
for summer was there to please

The Bee...

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This poem was entered in Julia Ward's contest but I've decided not to write for her.

At the footbridge I pause for one last glance
at naysayers who never gave me a chance.

River rushes in a roar, stronger than my rage,
my anger uncontrolled like the aggression of...

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STILL LIFE - WITH FRUIT, DOILY AND BOTTLE

They spill!
Of her he’d had his fill
He tipped the table
Dumped!
Her oranges, apples, pears
Surprised the tea cup biddies -
Set them on their ears -
Then, with her priceless lacey cloth
Had wiped the floor of fruity froth
Hence he meant to finish...

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SHE RAN AWAY WITH THE CIRCUS

                         The neighbor‘s daughter ran away
          ...

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Little Buddy, Chick Daddy

Little buddy could cluck like a hen.
So, young biddies went running to him.
He would lift up his wings.
Come for warmth, he would sing.
Quickly chicks chirped, “Let chick-sitting begin!”

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010

Poetic form:  Limerick...

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Charlie’s got an old bar outside of town.
It’s pretty seedy and plenty run down.
Characters who don’t lightly suffer fools
go there to drink whisky and to shoot pool.

Some huffy stuffy ladies from up-town
decided one day they’d shut Charlie’s down.
On a crusade, they made it their mission.
All...

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The foggy hollow reverberates
with rooster's echoes
Cackling hens sing a laying tune
Biddies for their true beau

Horizonal wispy white clouds
Lie upon the blue sky
Birds of the morn sing love's refrain
So in love you and I

The sun cast a lavender glow
Upon those wispy clouds
Like a cold morning in...

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She dresses so young!
She should dress her age!
She looks ridiculous.
I scoff at these old biddies.

If any of them looked half as good
They would be dressed exactly like her.
She takes care of herself.
She exercises. She eats healthy.

She has a slim body, and her skin is impeccable.
This...

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Peonies and cannas are blooming along my walk
While birds are tweeting messages to one another,
I suspect the small animals are taking care of young
A newborn spring fawn stays close to its mother.

I am certain the newly built Robin’s nest has eggs
And I see the chimney...

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So I drove the van down a walking trail,
and slid into a ditch.
The Officers with voices hale
Began the walkers to regale
With "Oh, no, he won't go to jail!"

My van was tilt at such a pitch,
We had to call a wrecker in!
No doubt they thought it...

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Missus Claus had to trudge down to jail,
Once more toting with her Santa's bail;
Seems where people all shop
He let red trousers drop:
He enjoys showing biddies he's male....

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